Ratings: MC, MS, MSH
Set During: Season 1 Episode 3 “Past Prologue”
The first encounter had been fun. The poor doctor was nearly jumping out of his skin. No poor wasn’t the right term, dear perhaps. Yes, The dear doctor had been extremely nervous and excited to talk with “the spy.” Garak grinned to himself remembering the moment. Julian’s intellect had been apparent even through the nerves. But, it seemed the young man wasn’t interested by Garak’s rather blatant invitations of a more personal nature. But, perhaps in future…
The terrorist’s arrival on the station had gone rather as expected. The subsequent arrival of the Duras sisters answered a few more of Garak’s questions. It seemed that the Kohn-ma had more business. The sisters’ arrival at his shop had been a wonderful opportunity, but rather dull. Klingons were terribly obvious. He however played along.
It had worked nicely. In one stroke he was able to draw the dear Doctor further into his web and inform the Federation of the bomb. He neglected to inform Gul Danar, the man was an absolute idiot.
At this point Garak deemed it wise to slip back into the shadows, once again taking on the role of a simple tailor. He’d scored a point with his newest protectors, though they had no idea that he was in need of such “barriers.” And, Julian would be back. He had struck the man’s interest. It might not be so bad living on this station after all. Between the light distraction of terrorist plots and Julian’s occasional presence, along with the effects of the implant, he might just manage to enjoy his exile a bit.
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I acknowledge that Elim Garak, Julian Bashir, Cardassia, etc. are the property of either Paramount or CBS, not entirely sure which due to the changes in 2006. The story is however mine, and done solely for entertainment purposes.
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Preoccupations
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